The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 730 - 138 No Apples, How About Bananas

Chapter 730: Chapter 138: No Apples, How About Bananas? Chapter 730: Chapter 138: No Apples, How About Bananas? Meanwhile, Luo En, standing in the shadows, watched the golden light soaring into the sky above the square and the dumbfounded crowd of onlookers. He couldn’t help but shift his melancholy gaze toward the Spartan twins behind him:

“Didn’t you ever mention what Helen did in the past at home?”

“We accidentally slipped up twice, once our brother and I were beaten half to death by our father and mother, and once Helen was grounded. After that, we never dared to bring it up again…”

“There’s nothing we can do. Among the four siblings, she’s the most favored one. Our father and mother dread even the slightest harm coming to her. If we revealed all the glorious history of her brawling with Magic Beasts, giants, and Titans outside, our bodies wouldn’t have a single good spot left,” Castor and Pollux complained in a bitterness mixed with schadenfreude.

“Besides, how could the Mycenaeans boast about the great achievements of His Majesty the King of Gods if they didn’t erase our contributions?”

“Plus, with the gods and heroes vanishing overnight, many of the remaining participants are probably worried about their own safety, and none would dare to mention ‘the people of Olympus’ in front of His Majesty the King of Gods, lest they provoke his displeasure. Two hundred years have passed, and many things have likely been changed and buried.”

“Right, and in the end, they’ve even deceived themselves…” Luo En smirked, shaking his head and looking meaningfully toward the dust-filled square.

King Agamemnon, that self-proclaimed clever fool, really thought that Helen, the ruler of Sparta, was nothing more than a pretty vase.

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Did he not consider how a mere vase could sit securely as the regent of Sparta for two hundred years and enact a series of radical reforms? Without real strength, relying solely on the temple’s lingering influence and the former king’s decrees, this regent who had several times encroached upon the interests of the Divine Blood nobility would have already died countless times.

Tsk, tsk, a pure lineage of Zeus, a Virgin Palace Sacred Robe that had completed its transformation; one should forget King Agamemnon with his watered-down Divine Blood lineage—facing even a Titan of Divine Level, he would probably kneel before Helen, now fully suited for battle.

And indeed, as the dust on the square settled, the overconfident King Agamemnon was embedded like a fresco into the cracked ground.

The middle-aged uncle’s face, which could still be deemed personable, was now a mix of blue and purple, swollen like a pig’s head, an utterly pitiful sight.

“Gurgle~~”

At that moment, the Spartan Elders, observing the battle, couldn’t help but swallow with dry throats, faces blank with shock.

Wasn’t Her Royal Highness the Princess known for her beauty? But the Divinity emanating from her was no less than that of the Prince twins, perhaps even stronger!

No wonder however many spies were sent to the Moon Temple, none returned;

No wonder the Divine Blood families that clamored about taking action against Helen silently disappeared;

No wonder the Princess showed no signs of aging over two hundred years…

It turns out, this woman had long since ascended to Divinity!

Thankfully, they hadn’t directly confronted her, opting for a gentler approach. Otherwise…

As the Elders considered the lessons of history, they broke out in a cold sweat.

At the same time, sensing something, Helen turned back, her exquisitely beautiful face revealing a soft smile as she slowly raised her arm.

“Punishment for the guilty, light unto the darkness…”

Along with a deep chanting, wild Magic Power intertwined and surged, crazily gathering the surrounding Aether to form a golden light beam shooting straight into the sky. Countless twinkling stars turned into dense Aether Factors, converging around the tall figure, shining gloriously with the Golden Armor, as both the sacred and majestic aura rose higher and higher.

“Surrender! I surrender!”

Half-dead in the pit, Agamemnon sprang up like a frog stimulated by electrotherapy, tossing his hands up to declare.

Yet, the chanting continued, and the magic power around him grew stronger.

Agamemnon’s forehead broke out in cold sweat; he hastily steeled his heart and added with a miserable face,

“Under the witness of the Great God Zeus, Mycenae is willing to join forces with Sparta to wage war against Troy, at its behest!”

Hearing the answer she desired, Helen dispersed the magic power surrounding her, and her stunningly beautiful face revealed a smile as refreshing as a spring breeze:

“Then please, Your Majesty, immediately send a message within your kingdom, ordering your troops to assemble at Sparta, and we shall set out in seven days.”

“So soon?”

Agamemnon’s expression turned to one of astonishment.

Then, a flicker passed through his eyes, and he chuckled dryly, seeking to evade,

“Troy is a fortified city, and the manpower of our two city-states is limited. Preparing the army and supplies might take a considerable amount of time, so perhaps it’s better to take our time to plan thoroughly.”

In military strategy, it is said: lay siege if tenfold, attack if fivefold, battle if doubled. Though Eastern and Western cultures differ, practical combat doesn’t lie and often leads to consistent conclusions.

So, the excuse Agamemnon found was quite sufficient.

“You need not worry about manpower, Your Majesty; I have already brought them!”

At that moment, a dazzling, agile figure rode in on a winged, white Pegasus, passing through the palace gate and arriving in the square.

That was none other than the Messenger, Gego, serving the role of priestess, and behind her dust rose.

One after another, towering and divine energy-wrapped figures rode in on warhorses and magic beasts, impressively arriving at the square before the Elder Council to assemble.

Agamemnon’s gaze unconsciously swept across faces approaching from afar to near, his expression turning as unpleasant as if he had swallowed a fly.

King of Pylos City, Thor, and his two sons Trasymedes and Antilokos;

The reigning King of Argos, Diomedes, as well as Hercules’s good friend Philoctetes;

Prince of Evie Island, Palamedes, and King Minos’s exiled grandson, Idomeneus;

The Divine Blood Hero of Thessaly, Great Aeas, and the Divine Blood Hero from Locris City, Little Aeas…

And the one leading all these men was none other than the son of Laertes, the King of Ithaca— the wise Odysseus.

Together with the first to arrive, the Amazons and his own Mycenaeans, Agamemnon did a rough count and suddenly realized that more than half of Greece’s city-states had sent their representative Divine Blood Heroes.

With such a luxurious lineup to deal with Troy, they definitely had the weight for both a siege and a direct assault.

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Agamemnon, speechless, had no choice but to nod stiffly, exchanging formalities with the Divine Blood Heroes from various city-states who had rushed over.

Through roundabout inquiries, he only then learned that Gego, who had been sent to seek help, not only successfully reached Athens but also gained approval from War God Mountain, rallying the Divine Blood Heroes of each city-state to campaign together against Troy.

However, the Athenians, whether to conserve their strength or deliberately sit on the sidelines, did not directly participate in this Trojan War (according to epic records, although Athena did stand with the Greek Alliance, Athens indeed did not send troops).

“Haha, it’s rare to meet Your Majesty. This time, in our battle against Troy, we’re comrades in arms. Come on, let’s go inside; we must have a good drink!”

Odysseus, with his fox-like eyes, laughed heartily as he wrapped his arms around Agamemnon’s shoulder, dragging him unceremoniously into the Elder Council’s reception hall, embodying a picture of warm hospitality.

And on either side, the Great and Small Aeas lifted the arm of the Mycenaean King, egging him on in unison.

Agamemnon, unable to shake free, looked at the closing door and each Divine Blood Hero approaching to offer a toast, and felt like crying without tears.

Now, he and the Mycenaeans truly had no way to escape.

The noisy drinking continued until nightfall before gradually quieting down, and the tightly closed door was then creakily opened.

Odysseus, sneaking out of the door, had completely shed his drunken demeanor inside. He respectfully handed over a letter from Agamemnon along with a crest representing his identity to two silhouettes waiting outside the door.

“Sir, as you commanded, I have obtained the mobilization order from Mycenae.”

Luo En, under the moonlight, nodded in satisfaction, carefully scrutinized the content of the letter, and then handed it back to Odysseus, saying:

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“You did well. According to the previous plan, start the preparations. We will leave in seven days.”

“At your service!”

Odysseus solemnly raised his right fist to his chest and then, with letter and crest in tow, joyfully headed to the Mycenaean Divine Blood Guard’s lodging in the city to convey the command from King Agamemnon.

Watching his figure recede into the distance, Helen turned to Luo En, asking curiously:

“Sir, how did you convince him to change his mind? I heard from Gego that this man had no blood relatives on the Argo, and his son was just born. Initially, he was reluctant to get involved in this war.”

“It was simple. I promised that as long as we find the gods, restore order to Greece, his wife and son would have eternal life in Elysium.”

Luo En watched Odysseus’s departing figure and answered with a faint smile.

Helen, taken aback, expressed some surprise:

“To gamble his life for the future of his wife and son?”

Luo En nodded and recalled what the epics recorded about Odysseus, making a precise assessment:

“Every person’s pursuit is different. Some heroes yearn for honor, some crave battle, some are mindful of great righteousness, and he is the type who’s more attached to family, hoping to exchange his own efforts for a better life and future for his loved ones.”

“A very unique kind of person. You seem to admire him to some extent, which makes sense, given that you are somewhat similar.”

Helen covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, then sincerely sighed.

“I envy his wife…”

“Envy? There’s no need. Don’t you also have such a husband?”

Luo En smiled and looked at Helen playfully, teasingly reminding her.

Helen was momentarily stunned, only then vaguely remembering that she was, indeed, married.

—She was the wife of a god.

And her beloved husband stood right before her.

Helen’s breathing became hurried, her heart thumping rapidly, and her eyes sparkled as she gazed at the figure she had yearned for two hundred years.

“Lord Luo En, I…”

Before she could finish speaking, a pair of strong, slender arms embraced the waist of the love-struck girl, and those profound eyes were filled with an unspoken fervor and impulse.

Two hundred years of time had not diminished that affection; this was evidence enough.

Therefore, there was no need to hide.

Following one’s nature, affirming one’s desires, that was always the way of the Greek gods.

But for Helen, this happiness was so sudden it felt almost unreal.

“Lord Luo En, wait, I need to prepare!”

While Helen blushed and stuttered, she sneakily took the long-cherished Golden Apple from the Magic Circle Diagram, intending to use it to brew emotions.

However, before Helen could take a bite, the Golden Apple, originating from the God of Love, was snatched by Luo En and tossed into an unknown corner.

“What is there to prepare? By the time you’re ready, my fire would have died down. Let’s get to it!”

“Wait, you’re going the wrong way. This is not the way to the sleeping palace.”

“Who said I wanted the sleeping palace?”

Luo En looked at the Greek Beauty springing to life in his arms, revealing a mischievous grin.

“As a goddess’ wife, of course, you must perform your duties in the Temple!”

Seeing the imposing Moon Temple before her, Helen couldn’t help but swallow hard, immediately feeling the urge to break away from her husband’s embrace and flee.

But it was too late; her divine husband had already stepped briskly into the Moon Temple, boldly placing her before the statue of the chaste Hunting Goddess Artemis and, under the watchful eyes of the Virgin Goddess, mercilessly chastised his follower.

And though she didn’t get to enjoy the long-cherished Golden Apple, a sizable banana was more than enough to satisfy Helen.

Outside the temple, the night stretched on, while inside, spring was intense with tender moans and collisions composing a beautiful harmony, putting a perfect end to two hundred years of longing and steadfastness.